Fall colors aground quietly hark,
Of memories of the year past and done,
Happy ones, sadness many, regrets none.
Hesitant, I stood staring ahead,
A bit of expectation, a bit of dread...
Then, this tap on the shoulder,
I turned around, I looked at her.
Amidst the endless many a nope,
Stood she with a smile, Hope
Beckoning, to take her extended hand.
Through these ever shifting sands.
Here I am now, moving on,
Held and steered gently,
By faith, of a better 2023!
